My Funny Friends

(If by funny, you mean tragically accurate)

Dear Mr. President:

If you would openly support the unions in Wisconsin, you may lose a few voters here and there, but you would gain lifelong support from many disaffected blue color workers, nurses, policemen, firemen, teachers and many, many others. Besides, the unions have been there for Democratic politicians, now it's time for Democratic politicians to be there for them.

Very truly yours,

ql



Dear ql:

He's already made some kind of milquetoast remark about New Economic Realities.

Sorry,

V4V










Peaceful Power to the People.

Love

Conflicted

I think this is a beautiful picture, a peaceful human quilt.

Then I see the other images from Egypt of men armed with rocks and other weapons, wounded and bloodied. I see the men in military garb, and other men in their makeshift helmets, like boys playing war. And while part of me is carried along from my safe spot where I live in this mock democracy (de-mock-cracy?), an honored internet guest, on the mythic ride to battle: Good vs. Evil, another part of me sees a scene as absurd as stealing Erno's nose. While I have to believe in something (don't I? don't I have to hope and work for change?), I am so wary of all these men and their gods and their battles. Even the president of America is puffed up with prayer, walking with god.

I wish their backs were bent in humility and humanity.





















Peace.

Snow Picnic

Yes, I am among those who love snow. I am also lucky to be among those with a warm home in which to stay and snuggle.

To borrow a phrase from one of my favorite witches: May it be so for you.





Peace.